There once was a knight, a great warrior to be.
He met a princess one day.
This princess made him dream so vivid once again.
For the first time in many years,
this knight felt tears,
he could not understand.
The princess was so unique in so many ways,
her beauty could only be felt.
This knight felt alive once again.
How beautiful her eyes are, he will never forget.
Though they were blind to the knight he truly was,
and she will never know.
Romance and interest mean nothing it seems.
Only material presence of glamour you see.
There once was a true knight in me.
As he tried to move closer, she moved away.
He soon discovered that it was not he she desired,
but another knights mask and armour.
Suddenly this knight felt as though he had no armour,
and a true knight he felt no more.
He possessed so much romance and interest,
but these things not matter anymore.
For it was pale to the shine of the armour that won her eyes.